DEPENDENCY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

Spank

Frank rattled the ice in his glass, making a tinkling noise that was meant to get Angela’s attention. “Hey, Angie baby, get me another Scotch and soda,” he called out. It was a commercial break in the football game, but he wasn’t going to get himself a drink when he had Angie.

A few moments later, Angie appeared carrying a fresh drink for her master. At 33, she was a young and beautiful woman. Her features were accented by the tiny bikini that she was wearing. The cups barely contained her 38D tits and the French cut thong hid only the slit between her legs. She burned inside over the control that Frank had over her, but knew she didn’t dare resist him.

Down the hall in her bedroom, 13-year-old April rolled her eyes as she heard the man command her mother again. She didn’t understand why her mom put up with Frank’s bullshit. She stayed in her room a lot because she didn’t like watching Frank paw at her mom and didn’t like watching her mom walk around in that embarrassing bikini in 4-inch heels.

“Can I get you anything else, master?” asked Angela meekly.

“How about a blow job,” laughed Frank.

“Not with April in the house,” said Angela.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. That was the only defiance he allowed her. “Just show me your fucking tits.”

Angela pulled her bikini top up to flash her tits at her master and then pulled it back into place before walking away. “Nice ass,” she heard him call after her.

She turned and flashed an angry glare at him. “Not so loud. Not with April in the house.”

“Hey,” said Frank. “You asked for my help. You didn’t ask what the price would be.” He chuckled to himself over the con he’d put on Angela four months ago. Her husband had died and left her with nothing but the house. She was a pathetic loser of a woman – pretty, but so damned spoiled that she had never worked a day in her life. When she’d come to Frank’s debt reduction company, she never realized his business was a front for a con operation. He’d helped her all right. He offered to make the payments on her house if she signed some forms. Those forms signed the house over to Frank, leaving her with nothing. From there he’d turned her into his slave, who had to perform in order to have a home for herself and her daughter.

The first month after he moved in, Frank was satisfied with the way she responded to him. She was so glad to have him around to take care of things that she was falling over herself to make him happy. He made sure that extended into the bedroom. She was shocked to be asked for anything other than the missionary position. But, by the end of that first month, she knew how to suck cock, take it in the ass, and a variety of fucking positions. When she’d balked at cocksucking, he simply said, “You can leave anytime you want. But, if you stay, you live by my rules.” To Angela, leaving the safety and security that Frank provided was worse than a blow job, so she acquiesced.

During the second month, Frank introduced Angela to bondage. It was a fantasy he’d always wanted to play out and he had his little slave in training to help him with that. Again Angela protested, but quickly changed her tune when given the choice of leaving or being tied. He used only mild bondage, but achieved his goal by the end of the month. When he picked up the ropes, she kept her mouth shut and let him tie her in any position he wanted.

For the third month, Angela learned what heavy bondage was and how to beg for Frank to fuck her. She learned that she would stay tied in any one of the many uncomfortable positions that Frank devised for her until she convinced him that his cock was the most wonderful thing in the world. This was when April first noticed what was going on. At night she could hear her mother begging for his cock. It aroused her curiosity and she would sneak up to the bedroom door to listen more closely. She had a picture of Frank’s cock in her mind, fueled by her mother’s begging; it was a wonderfully powerful cock that could satisfy a woman beyond her imagination. She’d go back to her bedroom and masturbate to orgasm thinking about Frank and her mom.

The other change in that third month was that Frank began moving Angela’s slavery from the bedroom and out into the rest of her life. Scanty clothes became the norm when they were home alone. Sometimes Angela was forced to go out braless or panty-less. Her master delighted in humiliating her. By the end of that third month, Angela could scarcely look April in the eye around the house. She was dressed like a slut and ashamed to meet her daughter’s gaze.

By the fourth month, Angela was a well-trained slave. She occasionally rebelled against Frank’s authority, but never for long. She’d spent her whole life being taken care of and now she couldn’t cope with the outside world on her own. She needed Frank so badly that she would give in to any of his demands. Frank enjoyed her occasional rebellions since it showed she still had spirit. He liked the reminders that she was doing things that disgusted her. He liked when she told him how much she hated being humiliated and abused and then promptly surrendered to him again.

The game was almost over and Frank rattled the ice in his glass. “Angie baby,” he called out. “Take a break and go get naked in the bedroom.”

The woman walked past him toward the bedroom. She glared at him as she went by. He liked pushing her buttons. Now she was angry because he’d said that loud enough for April to hear. Though she had a choice in the matter, she left herself with no option but to obey her master. He noticed that she said nothing about April this time, giving him the impression that even that bit of defiance was fading. He was wearing her down and soon would own her mind and body.

Frank had started to look at April in the same way he looked at Angela. The young girl was developing nicely and often caught his attention. He wondered if and how he could get Angela to surrender even her 13-year-old daughter to him.

When Frank joined Angela in the bedroom minutes later, he found her lying nude on the bed and waiting for him. She always had a look of apprehension as he walked in, wondering what he would ask of her this time. He took his time undressing and heard the familiar creak of the floorboards outside the bedroom door. Either Angela had never noticed it or she chose to ignore it, although he found the latter unlikely.

“Do you know that April is outside the door listening?” he asked her this time.

From the surprised look on her face, he could tell that Angela didn’t know. There was the sound of scurrying feet outside the door as April bid a hasty retreat. She’d heard Frank’s question and ran for her room. It was Frank’s turn to be surprised when Angela leaped up from the bed. “Damn her,” she said as she rushed for the door.

Angela flung open the door. Though she was really mad at Frank for humiliating her in front of her daughter, she could do nothing to Frank. So, she channeled her anger toward April. Frank threw on a robe and followed. She found April huddled on the bed. “I’m sorry, mom,” said April in a frightened voice. “I won’t do it again.”

“You little slut,” screamed Angela, ignoring her own nudity.

April’s eyes widened in surprise. She wasn’t the slut that begged for cock. What was her mom talking about? She was even more surprised when her mother slapped her across the face.

“You little slut,” repeated Angela. “What are you doing listening at the door? Can’t you hear good enough from here? You have to embarrass me by putting your damned ear to the door.” Furious, Angela tried to grab April’s arm. When she succeeded, she pulled the young girl across the bed toward her. The quick tug put April on her stomach and she felt her mom’s hand swat her behind a couple of times. But, they were wild swings that didn’t make good contact. April squirmed and got herself back to the corner.

“Help me, Frank,” said Angela. “She needs to be punished. I can’t stand to have her listening. Got to teach her a lesson.”

Frank wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. But, seeing Angela’s attempts to get April back on her stomach and positioned for a spanking, he got the idea. The man grabbed April around the waist and wrestled her down, holding her for her mom. But, Angela wasn’t satisfied with just that. She yanked April’s shorts and panties down, leaving her naked below the waist. Frank stared in surprise at the lovely young ass that was suddenly exposed to him.

April was screaming now in humiliation. The spanking was bad enough, but to be stripped right in front of Frank was too much. She started kicking, trying to get away from Frank. Instead of getting free, she only got more embarrassed as Frank fought to hold her down, ending up with one hand on her breasts and the other on her stomach.

“You spank her, Frank,” said Angela. “Put her over your lap and spank her bare bottom. Maybe she needs a man’s touch.”

The opportunity sounded too good to be true to Frank, but he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it. He pulled the little girl across his lap as he sat down on her bed. With her bare butt positioned right in front of him, he could feel his hard cock pressing against her warm pussy. Only his thin robe separated them. He delivered three blows to each of her ass cheeks. Then, as Angela continued to berate her daughter, Frank started caressing the poor girl’s sore butt. He ran his hand lightly over her smooth skin, soothing her pain as she did indeed learn about a man’s touch.

April lay still, letting Frank have his way with her. Compared to the spanking, his caress felt very good. She felt a tingle between her legs that she knew meant she was getting excited by his touch. Not only did it feel good, but she was afraid that if she moved she would get spanked more.

Frank kept his eye on Angela to make sure that the woman didn’t pay any attention to Frank’s fondling of April. He wanted to touch the teenager in other places, but that would be too obvious. He had to take this slow.

As she heated up, April noticed Frank’s hard on pressing against her soft pussy. She squirmed a little bit to make sure it really was his cock. Thinking of that magical muscle that could give her mother so much pleasure, April felt warmth spreading through her body. Her mother had stripped her and made Frank spank her. But, it was Frank that was making her feel better right now. As she felt his strong hand rubbing her, she realized that she wanted more of what he was doing. And Frank felt her body relaxed, knowing now that she was enjoying his gentleness.

When her mother shouted at Frank to spank her some more, April felt a cold stab of fear and hatred for her mother. But, to her surprise, Frank said, “No, I think she’s had enough. Look, her little tush is red from spanking.” Then, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed on her back. He held her wrists as he laid her back and April noticed that his eyes were on her exposed pussy. She couldn’t believe it when he licked his lips and glanced up at her face to make sure she was watching him. April wanted him, a real man who could make her feel good, this gentle man that had protected her from her mom’s wrath, her mother’s man so she could hurt her cruel mom.

Back in the bedroom, Frank made love to Angela tenderly. The view of the teenager’s ass and pussy was thrilling and he knew a barrier had been broken. He wanted to reward her for the show he’d gotten in April’s room. He wanted Angela to associate his gentleness with her indirect inclusion of April in their sexual activities. He wanted Angela to want to include April.